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ALLIGATOR REVISITED
by STE BERESFORD
RATED FRPT

Written in a mere half hour whilst waiting for the taxi home. So without further ado, I take you to poolside, Tracy Island...


'Hey, Alan?'

'Mmmm?'

'Whatever happened to your Birthday present?'

Alan used a finger to push up the brim of his straw sun hat and raised an eyebrow at his brother. 'Which present?'

'The one Tin Tin got you last year. In the bathtub.'

Alan closed his eyes and groaned at the memory. Bad enough that he'd had to deal with giant versions up close and personally - but then Tin Tin had decided to buy him a baby version and leave it in the bathtub. It had taken him hours to fish it out and remove it from the house.

'Remember the handbag and shoes I got her for her birthday?'

'You didn't!'

Alan suppressed a smirk and a chuckle at the outburst. Of course he hadn't - he had actually donated the far too prone to biting sharp toothed critter to a zoo on the mainland - but this was more fun. 'Remember the meal I made a couple days later, and the mystery meat you claimed to like so much?'

This time Alan did laugh aloud as his brother ran inside making retching noises. Sure, it was a little cruel - but hopefully it would teach the little twerp a lesson about adding skin dye to his shower gel...

 
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